Beyond the curtain's edge, where echoes sleep in shadows deep,
A waltz of forgotten stars ignites the void in silent weep.
These tormented tales of the ethereal, penned in cosmic ink,
Read by the spectres of yore, who linger where the night does sink.
The clock strikes a hollow chime, a melody unsung, untold,
And in whispered breaths the stories quietly unfold.
Beneath the stage, a world unseen, where dreams and sorrows merge,
With every fold of velvet, a new reality will surge.